Invincible.
That single word, Invincible, was the bedrock of Suzune's entire worldview regarding Kageyama Seijirou.
No matter the scale of the challenge, no matter the trouble, no matter the brutal circumstances, Seijirou possessed an innate ability to find a solution, to dominate, to win.
In Suzune's mind, he wasn't merely strong; he was the strongest. A perfect, unshakable pillar of their entire existence.
But now, right before her very eyes, something she believed to be utterly impossible was unfolding.
Something so deeply improbable she would never have conceived of it in her darkest dreams.
Seijirou was down. He was on the ground, blood already seeping from a cut near his eye, his body pinned.
Ayano was kneeling beside him, his muscular arm driving Seijirou's face deeper into the rough asphalt with a cruel, satisfied smile.
